Testing the Test Boardwalk – first published 24 August 2014

After my 2014 visit to Eling Tide Mill I headed for the Boardwalk across the River Test. In truth I didn’t really know where I was going. When I saw the sign for the long distance Test Way walk I double checked on WalkJogRun just be be really sure I went the right way. Much as I’d like to try the forty four mile walk one day when I have time on my hands and I’m feeling strong it wasn’t something I wanted to tackle on a Sunday afternoon when I had loads to do at home. Once I left the sign, the bridge and the River Test behind me it wasn’t long before I came to the Test Boardwalk. Continue reading Testing the Test Boardwalk – first published 24 August 2014

Show me the way to go home – first published 24 august 2014

Finally my 2014 ambition to visit Eling Tide Mill had been fulfilled. With one last look back along the causeway at the little boats in the marina I left the mill behind and made for the road. There were some interesting looking apartments overlooking the small harbour and I have to admit to a pang of envy. Imagine looking out of your window at the old mill and the ever changing view as boats come and go. Continue reading Show me the way to go home – first published 24 august 2014

Eling a tide mill, a sweet shop and a view of the docks

28 March 2017

After more than a week of doing as I was told, resting my knee and not walking anywhere I didn’t absolutely have to, I was going stir crazy. The knee was getting better every day, athough it was still swollen and unhappy with being bent much. My tolerance for sitting around had reached breaking point though so, today, I decided to go for a test walk. The plan was to take a leisurely bus journey to Milbrook and then a gentle stroll over the causeway to Eling. All in all it would be less than five miles and almost all flat.  Continue reading Eling a tide mill, a sweet shop and a view of the docks

Calmore, Totton, leaping salmon and an old bridge

9 March 2017

When we left the wilds of Testwood Lakes it was a bit of a culture shock to find ourselves in an industrial estate. Of course, I knew Calmore Industrial Estate was there but, after more than an hour of walking along rural lanes and tracks, to be thrust into the world of huge concrete and metal sheds and warehouses took some getting used to. Despite the map on my phone I lost my bearings a little and, for a moment, didn’t know which way to walk. At least there were pavements here, once I’d worked out which way to go, we were soon on the move again.  Continue reading Calmore, Totton, leaping salmon and an old bridge

Following frontiersmen’s footsteps

17 January 2017

Before Christmas CJ and I took a walk that inadvertently led us past the Swaythling Remount Depot and we recently walked through North Stoneham Park where one of the Remount camps was. Looking for more information about the Remount Depot, I stumbled upon some entertaining ‘campfire yarns’ on The Legion of Frontiersmen of the Commonwealth website. Three tales told of stampedes when frontiersmen were driving as many as six hundred horses through the city. Today, I thought CJ and I would retrace some of their footsteps, as far as we could, and share their stories. Continue reading Following frontiersmen’s footsteps

A short walk and a long lens


3 August 2016

When Commando bought me the fancy pants camera it had two lenses with it, 18-55mm and 55-200mm. Camera buffs will understand exactly what this means but, frankly, it meant nothing to me other than the longer lens was for taking pictures of things further away. Learning to use the camera at all was a steep enough learning curve without adding extra lenses into the equation so I left the 55-200mm lens in the box and concentrated on getting used to the 18-55mm lens and the workings of the camera in general. Today it was time to get the long lens out of the box. Continue reading A short walk and a long lens

The changing face of Ocean Village


26 July 2016

Ocean Village is not somewhere I often walk. In fact it’s been many years since I was last there but today it was the first stop on our second Zany Zebra hunt. Sadly, we didn’t have the blue skies and sunshine we’d had for our first hunt but, climbing the steps to the Itchen Bridge, this didn’t seem too much of a hardship. The grey skies seemed preferable to the muggy sunshine even if it might mean less attractive photos. Continue reading The changing face of Ocean Village

Lost with Care For A Walk 2016

Photo by Pete Luke
Photo by Pete Luke

18 March 2016

It’s that time of year again. Time for a nice little fifteen mile stroll with the Care For A Walk team to raise money for MacMillan Cancer Care. So there we were again, eight o’clock on a Saturday morning eating bacon rolls in the New Inn in Totton. For once Commando wasn’t actually eating. He was going for an eighteen mile run while I was walking. The Manchester Marathon is coming up and he’s turned into an elite athlete these days. Bacon rolls were most certainly not on the menu, at least not before a run. Continue reading Lost with Care For A Walk 2016

A titanic walk

Southampton Dock, The White Star Dock
Southampton Dock, The White Star Dock

31 March 2015

In the summer of 1907 J Bruce Ismay, Chairman of the White Star Line and American financier J P Morgan came up with a plan to outdo their main rivals, Cunard, who had just launched the Lusitania and the Mauretania, the fastest passenger ships in service. Rather than try to compete by building a speedier ship, Ismay thought size was the way forward and suggested a new class of liners the largest and most luxurious in the world. Thus the seeds were sown for three new ships, RMS Olympic, HMHS Britannic and RMS Titanic. Little did they know the name Titanic would go down in history in a way neither of them could have anticipated. My Tuesday walk took in some of the places that are inextricably linked with her.

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Frost, ice crystals, sun and ships

What a difference a day makes
What a difference a day makes

21 – 23 January 2015

Wednesday morning couldn’t have been more different to the day before if it tried. The cold was still there but the beautiful skies I’d seen on my early morning walk were now grey and brooding and the sparkling frost was nowhere to be seen. Seven cygnets were foraging around in the mud by the slipway and, as I passed by, their parents came rushing over to see if there was bread to be had. There wasn’t.

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